[Poggio]

Twisting he raised himself above Zosa, and rather then kissing he let his fingers find more sensitive spots as they trailed down the boys stomach. "And when we visit Russia you will let me catch frogs?" He asked.

[littl3chocobo]

he had to use his free hand to curb the giggles that threatened to fall from his lips before he could reply to the question, "he- f-felix, we are in russia, you have already caught a frog, but yes; you may catch frogs while you are here"

[Poggio]

Hearing the laugh spurred his fingers onwards. "You did not let me keep her." He said dipping down to kiss the corners of the chuckling mouth. "And what does Zosa what?" He wondered as his fingers slowed their ticklish attack.

[littl3chocobo]

he did little more than giggle until the hand eased up and beaming up at the other he spoke, "when i am 80 i want to wake up, make you breakfast and go, hand in hand, for a walk down the beach because it is our habit to do so"

[Poggio]

"As long as we are on earth, and even then I am sure I can connect a holographic image in our house on the moon, I will walk with you, we should go for a walk now other wise we will get bed sores." He let his lover loose and slid off the blankets stretching and giving Zosa a full view of the future.

[littl3chocobo]

feeling impish he twisted around and inched forward so that as the other stretched he could reach and extending his arm out he pinched the man's behind, "i am sure we can walk in the sand up there and pretend that is a beach and not a desert though if it is a trash-filled ally it would still be wonderful as long as you were there with me, felix"

[Poggio]

He jumped as he was pinched, and twisting around with a smile he looked down at the other. Arching over the laying body he started to hum a few rifts of you and I both love before kissing the lips. A small chuckle escaped him. "You and I are really going to get bed sores. And nothing of our dream will get planned." He tugged gently on Zosa's arm and kissed each finger tip.

[littl3chocobo]

as the lips trailed he closed his finger around felix's and tugged him down into the bed, "it takes weeks to get a bedsore and i intend on living at least fifty more years... i think we have a little more time to spare"

[Poggio]

The finger was enough to fall under the spell again and as the professor lay in the bed basking in the after glow he realized they had not even set a date. Stroking the black locks that curled around the chocolate torso, he let his own mind brew. When he felt the breath rise and fall in an even pace,the professor slipped out of the bed and found his stretch pants and decided to go outside.

( He will just wander around the outside of the house in a circumference around it, it doesn't want to get lost )

[littl3chocobo]

too much fooling around left him achy when he woke and with a rough taste in his mouth and a dull pain in his back he went to go potty and get a drink of water before heading for the kitchen to find out what the other was doing while he was asleep

[Poggio]

There was a loud sound in the kitchen and the door swung wide. He twisted from his perch at the side of the house jogging in place. Twisting back around he saw Zosa searching the area that was clear for the backyard. Recalling a game they played in the pool once, he sweetly sang out to the other. "Marco"

[littl3chocobo]

he cheery-sounding word gave the man away and looking right at felix he came forward. unfortunately it seemed he would not get the man so easily for as he drew close felix danced away calling marco again

[Poggio]

It felt different, to hear the crunch of leaves and the pounding of his footsteps against the uneven earth as he called out and his lover responded with gaining footsteps. He weaved just beyond the thrushes of the house until his lungs compelled him to slow down and even his hiding spot was not good enough to spare him the Saytar pulled him into his arms. Out of breath he could hear Zosa panting beside him. "Tag." He said kissing the boys hand.

[littl3chocobo]

he did not let go even as felix tried to distract him with kisses and instead pressed a return to the fide of the man's face, "fe-felix.. ha- forget greece, marry- ha- marry me here, now"

[Poggio]

He let his lips fall onto Zosas before pulling back for air. "Make sure.. the preacher speaks... english." He said tugging zosa back into a kiss.

[littl3chocobo]

after they had caught their breath and roughhoused out on the lawn he softly asked if felix was sure and receiving an affirmation he gave the man a lingering soft kiss and that night he got on to see how quickly he could get flowers and a preacher